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Addict Ep6 by Jowanonline(m): 6:11am On Jan 24, 2018
Hakeem was totally miserable when he met me in Millan's apartment, he began to question how long this had been going behind his back, bla bla bla trust my instincts i gave no reply since i was assured that millan would take complete care of the situation. Millan who was currently concerned with her unclothedness being the screensaver of everyone in school used her butt to hold the problematic door, the thing is you had to hit the door hard before its completely shot tight, sometimes i ponder why millan decided to live like this when she could simply have the best Convenience. "so much nerves to want my nude go rival huh" she complained again, signaling me to help zip up her dress which i did. The fury in hakeem's eyes almost made me choke with laughter but i tried not to make the situation a comic one, Millan picked up her pack of cigarette and a bottle of white Gin at a corner and digged into it "hakeem sit your bony ass down and explain to me why you look like a cat licked your face" i lauged out thinking it was a joke till i found out that i was the only obvious sound in the room "you think its funny man you come from no where and do my girl even spend the night in her crib huh" the angry hakeem stated again moving close to me , millan who sat on her low bed concetrated on not spilling the cigarette ash on the floor than controlling her wild boyfriend "millan please control this situation ok please" she looked up and then back to what she was doing "hakeem knows better than laying a finger on you" she said indifferent on the situation however i got a hard push from hakeem who bounced on me, i kept defending myself warning him to keep away from me but he was bent on squeezing the life out of me , was still battling my way out of the disgusted hakeem's grip till his head got hit by a heavy bottle of vodka "millan what did you just do" she sat back at her position like nothing happened "dont worry he isnt dead yet, i didnt hit him at the point point" what does she even mean by the point point, i made an excuse to leave till she adviced i consider the time "once you are out of my room i am shutting the door at you no return" it was actually 2:15am and hakeem was parading the environment like he owned it? .

We were dressed dressing up to go for lectuers, i had to take a bath at her place under the terrible condition without changing my pant though i changed everyother thing thanks to millan "when you done hakeem you get your fat feet out of my house got it" as we left i kept asking if she was sure hakeem wasnt dead "thats not the first time someone's head got broken he will survive". Our first exam was on that day so there was a lot to do at the libary, we went our different ways left for my revision "hy farooz" Selvin greeted behind me , the smell of cream butter was everywhere yet i knew it was all her, i smiled in acknowledgement except that wasnt sufficient for her "apparently you still upset and i get it ok and am so so sorry just that i and millan dont get.." immediately i cut her off "thats enough, this isnt about millan this is about you and i and you just left me hanging like that" she came at my afce and pecked me in public, to me that was enough apology so i told her all was fine and we walked to the exam venue together.





The hall was still locked and there was no sign of millan around but Selvin by my side smiling and suspiciouly glaring round , finally the hall was open and as usual we forced our way in to get a comfortable seat but was dissapointed when the Invigilators in charge had to Rearrange us themselves, i and selvin were seperated and Volk sat miraculosly two rows beside me "i cant find millan" i tried signalling to him however still looking at the entrance till the exam started, still no sign of millan ....... Selvin noticed my uneasy expression and asked and i signaled there was no sign of millan, she looked back at her paper . Keeping up with the exam but still no sign of millan instead volk was choking me with questions like he was ignorant of the security situation, just then Millan walked in abnormally "millan you just coming in now" a familiar lecturer from our department asked , she just nodded struggling to get her balance ......damn she was high on drugs again, today of all days ...then..students started mumring so i had to wave my hand a bit for her to recognize me and miraculously she did, managing to keep sane she walked up to where i was sitted with an invigilator following her and sat down , the young man almost changed her seat but didnt because of the plea i had to make quietly "thanks so much sir" i quietly said still looking at the drowned millan, didnt even notice Selvin monitoring me, it was thirty minutes remaining for us to submit our work so i Swapped her paper with mine and did the writing for her trying to change my hand writing which didn't go well at the end of the day.



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